Elena
First of all, before I start this story, just a little background. It will be limited to contacts because it may get "saucy". It is in essence, the story of a tranny exploring what that means...sexually and otherwise. It will not be X rated, but it may be PG or R. Bear that in mind. (and that is why it is open only to contacts) Oh and it is a rewrite of something I did for another forum several years ago.
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With a long contented sigh, Elena slide into the warm relaxing water in the tub. She was so happy, and couldn't help smiling to herself, thinking about this vacation. Not only was she off work for two weeks, she could be herself for the entire time. And she had heard such wonderful things about New Orleans and how it treated ladies like herself. If it came anywhere near what she had heard, it was going to be heavan on Earth.
Thinking about the way she had to spend most of her life and her dependence on Bob, she had mixed feelings. Bob certainly had come in handy, being the work horse and the enterprising young man, who pushed and pushed till he reached very near the top in the small but profitable company that employed him. If it was not for Bob, and his being the driven person that he was, or pretended to be at any rate, Elena wouldn't have been able to come on this vacation. Yes, she certainly owed Bob a debt of gratitude.
She was so excited that she was humming and singing along with the radio. She had finished shaving all over her body, removing all of the hirsute evidence that she spend most of her life as Bob. Now sitting in the bubbles in the bathtub, she was contemptating what she was going to wear. This was New Orleans, why not be daring?! Daring, of course, meant the very very short, black dress that barely covered her ....well, her assets, so to speak, much less coming anywhere close to her knees. That it had a plunging neckline make it ever more exciting. She had often dreamed about being able to walk the streets and have men drooling over her body, and now was her chance. She was going to do everything she could to make sure that this particular dream came though, she thought with a loud contented sigh.
Getting out of the tub, she very quickly put on her sheerest hose and the ultra-mini. Once again she silently thanked Bob's mother for making Bob do her makeup and hair every day after she had become unable to do it herself, due to the ravages of her rare bone disease. This meant that makeup and styling the long blonde wig was very short work for her. Ah, so many things had come together to make Elena who she was, and she was a very lucky girl indeed.
After getting her dress and hair and makeup just right, she slipped the high heels on. She almost wept in anticipation of the clacking the heels were going to make on the cobblestone streets of the French Quarter. The excitement was pulsating in her slim form. Looking in the mirror, she was happy to realize that Bob, should he be in charge now, would be salivating with desire at the mere glimpse of her. Yes, she was going to turn men's heads, and that, she had to admit was a MAJOR turn on. With one final look in the mirror, she opened the door and stepped outside. Her best, most exciting adventure yet, was about to begin.
Chapter 2
Stepping out on the curb, she turned to lock the door. Once that mission was accomplished, she slipped the key into her clutch, and turned to walk down the cobblestone sidewalk toward St Louis St. For years, she had heard about a wonderful club on St Louis St where most of the customers were trannies like herself or were men that were attracted to trannies. This was the first time she had even been in a place where she knew such a club existed, and she was going to take full advantage of it.
When she had gotten about half a block down the street, a man went by and whistled at her. She turned and gave him a sweet smile, and enboldened by the laid back attitude all around her, even winked at him. Back home she would have tried to avoid eye contact, but here it seemed different somehow. She still wasn't going to spend a lot of time with anybody on the street, no matter how interested they appeared. Too many times, she had heard of guys picking up trannies, not knowing, and killing them when they suddenly realized who they were with. She wasn't about to take that chance. Still, she could enjoy being looked at and whistled at, and admired, no matter who the person was, or thought she was.
After a short walk, she reached "le Rogue" and walked though the swinging doors. She looked around to see a club with a fair number of trannies and crossdressers. Most of them were talking to men, altough a few were talking to women or to each other. She smiled to herself thinking that, despite knowing the reputation of this place, it looked like a neighborhood bar that could be found anywhere across America.
Looking around, her eyes were drawn to one gentlemen sitting talking to a couple on the other side of the bar. The club being build with four sides, sitting in the spot where she had first taken come on, walking in, put her in a perfect position to see the talk, elegant gentleman. Just looking at him, made her tremble a tiny bit. He was so handsome, talk, dark, elegant, with just enough gray in his hair to give him character.
After she had her first drink, the bartender told her that Rupert, and here she indicated the very gentleman that was the cause of her internal sighs, wanted to buy her a drink. She quickly accepted, not careing what he might want in exchange. In fact, she more than sort of hoped he did want something. She knew, deep in her heart, that it was something she would be willing to give.
Elena wanted to make sure she got off on the right foot, so she walked around to where Rupert was sitting and thanked him for the drink. When he smiled, she just knew she was going to faint. She wanted to sit on the stool beside him for the rest of the night. "Elena", Rupert said, "I need to finish this conversation. I promise I will be quick and then I will join you. I really really want to get a chance to know you better."
Elena went to the restroom, and then went back to her orginal seat. Her heart was enflame. Rupert was interested in her. She could hardly believe it. Yet, she was very anxious. What if she did something wrong? What if he lost interest? How long was this conversation going to last? In the meamtime, however, she sat and, to be polite, talked to the people on each side of her.
Alyce was a stripper in one of the straight places up on Bourbon. She giggled telling Elena how nobody could tell that she was really a man underneath the makeup. Elena had to admit that she looked convincing, especially in the light of the bar. Taz, on her other side, was very nearly falling down drunk. He had a lot to tell her about all sorts of fights he had been in. It was obvious that Taz saw himself as a rough guy, but there was none-the-less something sweet about him. She found herself likeing both of them. She had never met anybody like either of them, but in New Orleans, they seemed just the thing.
During all this conversation, at regular intervals, she would look across the bar. Each time, Rupert would wink and give her a re-assuring nod, so she knew he was still interested. It was just a matter of time. As much as she was enjoying talking to Alyce and Taz, she knew she would have much more fun with Rupert.
After what was probably only an hour or so, but seemed like an eternity, the couple talking to Rupert got up as if to leave. "Thank goodness", Elena said under her breath. Rupert stood up to see them to the door and then turned and with the widest grin she had ever seen, came over to sit next to her at just the moment that Taz went to play a video game.
"Hi, my dear. You have to excuse my rudeness, but that was some personal business that I had to take care of. But now, I would love to talk to you. In fact, I am all yours.". Saying this, he put his hand on her shoulder, and she felt as though electricity was shooting through her body.
"No, no, you weren't rude. Far from it. But, I have to admit, I was beginning to wonder when we were going to have a chance to talk", she answered with her biggest most heartfelt smile.
"Well, ok, lets forget about all that now, we are going to have some time together. In fact, with your permission, I am all yours."
Her heart skipped a beat. All hers??!! Somehow she knew that if he were all hers, they were going to do more than just talk. In fact, she felt that talking was going to be a very small part of what she wanted him to do.
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With a long contented sigh, Elena slide into the warm relaxing water in the tub. She was so happy, and couldn't help smiling to herself, thinking about this vacation. Not only was she off work for two weeks, she could be herself for the entire time. And she had heard such wonderful things about New Orleans and how it treated ladies like herself. If it came anywhere near what she had heard, it was going to be heavan on Earth.
Thinking about the way she had to spend most of her life and her dependence on Bob, she had mixed feelings. Bob certainly had come in handy, being the work horse and the enterprising young man, who pushed and pushed till he reached very near the top in the small but profitable company that employed him. If it was not for Bob, and his being the driven person that he was, or pretended to be at any rate, Elena wouldn't have been able to come on this vacation. Yes, she certainly owed Bob a debt of gratitude.
She was so excited that she was humming and singing along with the radio. She had finished shaving all over her body, removing all of the hirsute evidence that she spend most of her life as Bob. Now sitting in the bubbles in the bathtub, she was contemptating what she was going to wear. This was New Orleans, why not be daring?! Daring, of course, meant the very very short, black dress that barely covered her ....well, her assets, so to speak, much less coming anywhere close to her knees. That it had a plunging neckline make it ever more exciting. She had often dreamed about being able to walk the streets and have men drooling over her body, and now was her chance. She was going to do everything she could to make sure that this particular dream came though, she thought with a loud contented sigh.
Getting out of the tub, she very quickly put on her sheerest hose and the ultra-mini. Once again she silently thanked Bob's mother for making Bob do her makeup and hair every day after she had become unable to do it herself, due to the ravages of her rare bone disease. This meant that makeup and styling the long blonde wig was very short work for her. Ah, so many things had come together to make Elena who she was, and she was a very lucky girl indeed.
After getting her dress and hair and makeup just right, she slipped the high heels on. She almost wept in anticipation of the clacking the heels were going to make on the cobblestone streets of the French Quarter. The excitement was pulsating in her slim form. Looking in the mirror, she was happy to realize that Bob, should he be in charge now, would be salivating with desire at the mere glimpse of her. Yes, she was going to turn men's heads, and that, she had to admit was a MAJOR turn on. With one final look in the mirror, she opened the door and stepped outside. Her best, most exciting adventure yet, was about to begin.
Chapter 2
Stepping out on the curb, she turned to lock the door. Once that mission was accomplished, she slipped the key into her clutch, and turned to walk down the cobblestone sidewalk toward St Louis St. For years, she had heard about a wonderful club on St Louis St where most of the customers were trannies like herself or were men that were attracted to trannies. This was the first time she had even been in a place where she knew such a club existed, and she was going to take full advantage of it.
When she had gotten about half a block down the street, a man went by and whistled at her. She turned and gave him a sweet smile, and enboldened by the laid back attitude all around her, even winked at him. Back home she would have tried to avoid eye contact, but here it seemed different somehow. She still wasn't going to spend a lot of time with anybody on the street, no matter how interested they appeared. Too many times, she had heard of guys picking up trannies, not knowing, and killing them when they suddenly realized who they were with. She wasn't about to take that chance. Still, she could enjoy being looked at and whistled at, and admired, no matter who the person was, or thought she was.
After a short walk, she reached "le Rogue" and walked though the swinging doors. She looked around to see a club with a fair number of trannies and crossdressers. Most of them were talking to men, altough a few were talking to women or to each other. She smiled to herself thinking that, despite knowing the reputation of this place, it looked like a neighborhood bar that could be found anywhere across America.
Looking around, her eyes were drawn to one gentlemen sitting talking to a couple on the other side of the bar. The club being build with four sides, sitting in the spot where she had first taken come on, walking in, put her in a perfect position to see the talk, elegant gentleman. Just looking at him, made her tremble a tiny bit. He was so handsome, talk, dark, elegant, with just enough gray in his hair to give him character.
After she had her first drink, the bartender told her that Rupert, and here she indicated the very gentleman that was the cause of her internal sighs, wanted to buy her a drink. She quickly accepted, not careing what he might want in exchange. In fact, she more than sort of hoped he did want something. She knew, deep in her heart, that it was something she would be willing to give.
Elena wanted to make sure she got off on the right foot, so she walked around to where Rupert was sitting and thanked him for the drink. When he smiled, she just knew she was going to faint. She wanted to sit on the stool beside him for the rest of the night. "Elena", Rupert said, "I need to finish this conversation. I promise I will be quick and then I will join you. I really really want to get a chance to know you better."
Elena went to the restroom, and then went back to her orginal seat. Her heart was enflame. Rupert was interested in her. She could hardly believe it. Yet, she was very anxious. What if she did something wrong? What if he lost interest? How long was this conversation going to last? In the meamtime, however, she sat and, to be polite, talked to the people on each side of her.
Alyce was a stripper in one of the straight places up on Bourbon. She giggled telling Elena how nobody could tell that she was really a man underneath the makeup. Elena had to admit that she looked convincing, especially in the light of the bar. Taz, on her other side, was very nearly falling down drunk. He had a lot to tell her about all sorts of fights he had been in. It was obvious that Taz saw himself as a rough guy, but there was none-the-less something sweet about him. She found herself likeing both of them. She had never met anybody like either of them, but in New Orleans, they seemed just the thing.
During all this conversation, at regular intervals, she would look across the bar. Each time, Rupert would wink and give her a re-assuring nod, so she knew he was still interested. It was just a matter of time. As much as she was enjoying talking to Alyce and Taz, she knew she would have much more fun with Rupert.
After what was probably only an hour or so, but seemed like an eternity, the couple talking to Rupert got up as if to leave. "Thank goodness", Elena said under her breath. Rupert stood up to see them to the door and then turned and with the widest grin she had ever seen, came over to sit next to her at just the moment that Taz went to play a video game.
"Hi, my dear. You have to excuse my rudeness, but that was some personal business that I had to take care of. But now, I would love to talk to you. In fact, I am all yours.". Saying this, he put his hand on her shoulder, and she felt as though electricity was shooting through her body.
"No, no, you weren't rude. Far from it. But, I have to admit, I was beginning to wonder when we were going to have a chance to talk", she answered with her biggest most heartfelt smile.
"Well, ok, lets forget about all that now, we are going to have some time together. In fact, with your permission, I am all yours."
Her heart skipped a beat. All hers??!! Somehow she knew that if he were all hers, they were going to do more than just talk. In fact, she felt that talking was going to be a very small part of what she wanted him to do.